Is bowed in reverence to God."
He took his sword and clanking trod
The stone-paved vault and winding stair,
Till she could judge him mounting where
Another turn would bring to sight
Her dead love's face in the shafted light
Where the moonbeam washed the turret white.
She bared her feet and crept the floor,
With eager hands wrenched loose the door,
And weeping passed into the night.